Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Yan Huaiji had never referred to himself as "this king" since he first met Chu Yun. His use of "this king" now clearly indicated that he was angry.

His tone, in particular, was terribly harsh and cold.

Chu Yun didn't care about any of that. More than Yan Huaiji's anger towards her, she was surprised and worried that Yan Huaiji had actually mentioned Wang Yu's name.

Chu Yun's expression changed drastically, her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled, "No, Your Highness, none of this has anything to do with him."

"Lin Chuyun, to tell you the truth, there is nothing I cannot obtain if I want it. I have never taken Wang Yu seriously, but if he dares to have designs on my people, he should consider whether he has the fate to do so," Yan Huaiji said coldly, like a demon from hell.

He was born to be the emperor's favorite. Apart from the injustices he suffered under Consort Jiang when he was young, he had accumulated military merits and countless followers. Whatever he wanted, someone would naturally offer it to him.

When he first learned of Chu Yun's true identity, he did feel a bit guilty towards her and wanted to make it up to her.

However, Chu Yun's close relationship with Wang Yu at Baima Temple was a great humiliation for Yan Huaiji, who had long regarded Chu Yun as his own.

Especially after witnessing Chu Yun and Wang Yu's intimate behavior, Yan Huaiji felt even more offended and betrayed.

He deliberately misled Minister Xie, making him misunderstand Chu Yun's and his own identities, all in order to force Chu Yun to return and tell her to stay away from Wang Yu.

He suppressed his temper and came to see Chu Yun in person to propose to her, giving her a chance.

If she seizes the opportunity and willingly marries him, he will not hold Chu Yun and Wang Yu's affair against her.

Unfortunately, Chu Yun still disappointed him.

"I'll give you three days to think it over. After three days, I will ask His Majesty for a decree to grant us the marriage. If you are still unwilling by then, it will be considered disobeying the imperial decree, and the entire Xie and Lin families will be executed for you," Yan Huaiji said coldly.

Chu Yun's body went limp, and she collapsed to her knees.

Fallen into the mud and crushed into dust, she was like a withered flower, having lost all her luster and vitality.

Yan Huaiji's heart trembled slightly. He steeled himself and left.

As soon as Yan Huaiji left, someone invited Chu Yun to visit Madam Xie.

Inside Qingsong Hall, Madam Xie, Chu Yun's two uncles and aunts, Xie Shuyue and Xie Shuya, were all present.

All eyes turned to Chu Yun.

Chu Yun forced herself to bow to her elders.

"Alright, get up quickly, child. What did Prince An say to you?" asked Madam Xie.

They were all Chu Yun's flesh and blood relatives. Looking into their concerned eyes, she recalled Yan Huaiji's threatening words.

Chu Yun couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

No matter what, we must not let them worry about us or be implicated by us.

“His Highness Prince An said that in three days he will ask His Majesty for a decree to grant us marriage, and he wants to welcome me into Prince An’s residence with the honors due to a princess.” Chu Yun tried her best to keep her voice calm.

Madam Xie was shocked. "What happened?"

Madam Xie was unaware of the conversation between Chu Yun and Minister Xie in the study yesterday.

“I’ve met His Highness Prince An a few times by chance, and I never expected him to have such thoughts,” Chu Yun said, lowering her eyes.

"Child, are you willing to marry him?" Old Madam Xie did not have a good impression of Yan Huaiji. Last time Chu Yun fell into the water, he was eager to break off the engagement. Although there was a reason for it, Old Madam Xie still harbored resentment towards him.

“Grandmother, A-Yun is willing. His Highness Prince An is approachable and kind-hearted, and he and A-Yun get along very well,” Chu Yun said.

Minister Xie frowned, but ultimately remained silent.

When Chu Yun said this, Madam Xie thought that she was very satisfied with Yan Huaiji. Although she was dissatisfied, she did not show it directly. She asked Chu Yun a few more questions and then let her leave.

"A-Yun, come here." As soon as they stepped out of Qingsong Hall, Minister Xie called out to Chu Yun.

“Uncle, I know what you want to say. I was confused yesterday. I was upset that His Highness lied to me and I spoke without thinking. Today His Highness has sincerely apologized to me. My heart is at peace. I really want to marry His Highness,” Chu Yun said first.

Minister Xie raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling the truth?"

"A-Yun wouldn't dare lie to her uncle. Everything she said is true. Yesterday, A-Yun was just being silly." Chu Yun lowered her eyes, seemingly very ashamed.

Chu Yun was well-behaved since childhood, and Minister Xie never doubted her words. "You are already fifteen years old, not a child anymore. It's okay to be angry in front of your uncle, but if you really enter the Prince's Mansion, you must be careful with your words and actions."

Chu Yun: "Yes."

"Alright, let's go back now," said Minister Xie.

The Liang family and others behind her exchanged a few pleasantries with Chu Yun, who tried her best to respond.

After they all left, Chu Yun's smile gradually disappeared, and she returned to her courtyard dejectedly.

Qingyuan and Qingying came to greet them anxiously.

"Miss, what did His Highness Prince An say?" Qingyuan asked.

Yesterday, Chu Yun had already told the two maids that Young Master Song was actually Prince An. Needless to say, they were extremely shocked. More importantly, they were worried about how to dissuade Prince An from marrying Chu Yun.

Others might not know what Chu Yun was thinking, but they certainly did!

If Miss really marries Prince An, she will not get what she wants.

Upon hearing Qingyuan's voice, Chu Yun, who had been holding back her tears all the way, finally let them fall. The tears clung to her eyelashes and streamed down her cheeks, making Qingyuan and Qingying feel a pang of heartache.

He said he would ask for an imperial decree to grant us marriage in three days, but I was unwilling.

"Qingyuan, prepare paper and pen, I want to write a letter," Chu Yun said, crying.

"Okay, okay." Qingyuan hurriedly ran back to her room to prepare writing materials.

Qingying helped Chuyun walk slowly back to the room.

Chu Yun sat at the table writing a letter, her hand holding the pen trembling uncontrollably, tears blurring the ink.

She hastily wiped away her tears and continued writing.

After finally finishing the letter, he summoned Qingyuan, but the words wouldn't come out.

What if we can't deliver the letter to Young Master Wang at this time?

And then there's Yan Huaiji; if he knew I'd written a letter to Prince Wang, he certainly wouldn't let me off the hook.

Chu Yun held the letter in her hand, torn between two options.

"Miss, what's wrong? Aren't you going to deliver this letter?" Qingyuan asked, puzzled.

It's normal for the young lady to like Young Master Wang and seek his help when she encounters difficulties; it's just that I don't know why she hesitated.

"What does Miss want with Young Master Wang?" Qingying asked.

Chu Yun lowered her eyes and remained silent. "It's nothing. I left without mentioning it at all, afraid of being impolite, so I wrote him a letter to say goodbye."

The blue kite and the blue oriole were astonished.

"Miss, didn't you want to ask Young Master Wang for help?" Qingyuan asked, puzzled.

“Prince An is powerful, and even the young master Wang can’t save me. I won’t let him die in vain.” Chu Yun forced a smile.

"What about His Highness Prince An?" Qingyuan asked anxiously.

"Thinking about it carefully, His Highness Prince An has immense power and influence, so there's nothing wrong with marrying him."

Chu Yun's words startled Qing Yuan and Qing Ying so much that they stood there stunned.